Mr. Granger was a Vietnam War veteran. Ex Marine, but he always said there are no EX Marines. What I do know is his eyes widened as he looked past me ...nd he yelled “GUN!!” as he shoved me into his daughter and to the ground. Then all hell broke loose.The Marines were shooting and getting shot. One of the twenty somethings went down. I yelled, from the ground, to my girls. “Crawl to the portal.” Yeah, it’s not really a portal, but that’s what they’re calling them on TV and everyone knew what I. I’d give him anything at this moment.He said, “I was almost there when I got distracted by the magnificence of your orgasm. It was beautiful to see, my dear.” He shifted forward. “Stay with me.”He shifted to the edge of the chair, leaned forward and eased himself to a standing position. I was impressed. I hung onto him with arms and legs and I gasped as he walked the short distance to his desk, each step sending a jolt into me as his cock hit inside. He eased me down onto the desktop,. Well, I think I’d have said “Gee, it all sounds kind of interesting ... but I think I’ll pass for now.”Except by the time I felt that penis shoving into me, I couldn’t think very clearly, and by the time I felt that nice, warm, wet sperm being flushed into my womb, I positively wanted that in me more than anything in the world.What I’m getting around to is that, after it was all over and Patrick got up and ran back up on deck to make sure we weren’t going to crash into anything, I lay there on. I couldn't hear anything they were saying or doing; but I had a good idea.I kept lightly stroking my cock as I let the sight soak into my mind, and each time I felt I was getting close to ejaculating, I'd stop, and let myself recover a little before resuming once again. I kept doing that, over and over and over again, for as long as my wife and William were on his bed fucking.However, there came a point (as it always did) where I was so sexually excited (and frustrated, which was all part of.